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Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast
Hitsugaya woke with a start.
His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.
And in his hand, still...there was the key.
He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.
That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.
The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.
Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.
[Waiting for Angel]
His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.
And in his hand, still...there was the key.
He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.
That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.
The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.
Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.
[Waiting for Angel]
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Rukia was a little disappointed that he didn't comment on her drawing skill, but maybe there were a lot of great artists where he came from. She nodded sagely. "Yeah; this certainly isn't all of them, either."
She sighed, giving her breakfast tray a dirty look. She had no appetite, and kind of wanted to fling the tray at someone. But there was no sense in taking out her frustrations on food, or Tyler, so she said the first thing she could think of. "What is your world like?"
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At her question, he looked perplexed for a moment. How did one describe a world, when you weren't even sure the other person would know what he was talking about. "Uhh. Do you know where America is? Or don't you have that in your world?"
This was decidedly odd.
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The idea of different worlds was odd to Rukia, but not unbelievable, The thought of people coming from different times was almost too much for her to warp her head around at times.
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"Massachu..." She shook her head. "It doesn't really sound familiar, but I don't really keep up on current events." It wasn't that Rukia was avoiding the truth; it was simply very awkward telling someone, I died before your grandparents were born.
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At her comment about when her friends were from, he looked slightly surprised. "You mean you're all here, but brought from different times? How is that possible? If they'd been brought from before you, wouldn't you have noticed they were gone?"
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She shook her head, eyes lost in thought. "Well, someone left a note on the bulletin board, asking if anyone thought that this might all be... I don't know, some kind of dream, or just part of someone else's imagination." She shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, in any case. We still need to get out of here." And bring vengeance down upon those who have hurt us.
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She was surprised that Tyler was taking this all so well. Many of the people here seemed to be baffled by the idea of different worlds, kidou, and beings like shinigami. Rukia tilted her head to one side, considering the young man before her. "You seem to be taking this all in stride. I take it that magic is common knowledge in your world?"
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Then he realized he was acting silly and brushed fingers through his hair and gave a sheepish laugh. "I just watch and play and read a lot of science fiction, I guess?"
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It took her a moment to remember what science fiction was. She had only been in the human world for a few months, so many modern terms were unfamiliar. "Are you a, uhh..." She paused, trying to remember the word. "A nerd?" That's what some of the students at Kurakara High had called people who liked to read a lot, or watched 'science fiction' stories.
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Which reminded him...
"Hey, can I ask you something? If people are brought here from all different times and places and stuff... are there things brought here at night, as monsters?"
He remembered all too clearly the person he'd seen last night in what he'd thought at the time had been a strange but realistic costume from a video game. If the people who ran this place were as crazy as she said, where were they getting the ideas for whatever monsters guarded this place at night? Although the idea that they were pulling out video game villains to go on a rampage after dark was ridiculous. Very cool and wishful thinking, but ridiculous.
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Rukia was silent for a while, trying to recall what she had read. There was the child that Captain Jack knew about, and she thought there had been something about the dark, shrouded creature in the M-U hallway a few nights ago... Plus, only this morning, she had seen the post asking about painful tattoos, like the ones Allen had mentioned.
Finally, she nodded. "Yes, it seems your guess is accurate. I can think of three... well, non-patients, who have played the part of enemy both here and in someone else's world."
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She pointed to another entry (http://community.livejournal.com/damned_bulletin/70476.html?thread=3518028#t3518028) about a dark, cloaked creature. "This is another one I've run across. It made everything feel... hopeless, I guess. And the others couldn't hit it with their weapons until I trapped it with a binding spell."
"The last one I know of," she said, "isn't on this list. All I know is that she's ghost-like, and when she touches you, painful tattoos appear on your skin. With the tattoos come... bad memories? I'm not really sure." Allen hadn't been very forthcoming with information on the creature, and his recent posts weren't much more detailed.
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"Yeah, it sounds like wandering in this place alone at night isn't the smartest thing to do," he agreed.
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Rukia hated to admit it, but if she wasn't in much better shape come nightfall, she probably wouldn't be doing much of anything. Not that she'd gotten anything productive accomplished lately...
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Hopefully, maybe he could find out some useful information. He wasn't sure about traveling in a group - he wasn't sure how much use he would be, since he couldn't Use in front of others, but he wasn't entirely certain he wanted to venture out alone, either.
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Of course, not everyone was involved with the Art & Crafts and Cooking Clubs. Even if that might be the most secure option for Tyler, Rukia felt that she shouldn't bias him. "There are other people you can work with, too. Just, if you go through Captain Hitsugaya, you're very likely to be teamed up with someone both trustworthy and more experienced than yourself."
Speaking of which. "Can you fight?" she asked, seemingly out of the blue.
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Not to mention he had other abilities that those had helped aid, but he couldn't tell her about those.
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It all happened so fast. Two dark-haired men rushed to River's side to argue with the nurses and orderlies for only a moment before exploding into action. All around, others moved to go to River's aid, or simply to take out their frustrations on their captors.
Any other day, Rukia might have stayed out of the fighting. It probably wouldn't do any good; there always seemed to be an endless supply of staff to quell any disturbances. But she was fed up. Fed up with this place, with the people who were trying to control them, and with herself for being so weak and ineffective. She didn't care that she could barely walk, or that she would likely get sedated. She just wanted to fight back.
An orderly on his way to the heart of the chaos ran by Rukia and Tyler. Without so much as blinking, Rukia reached forward to pick up her tray and hurled it at the man as hard as she could. She was wounded and exhausted, but maybe there was something in the air; her anger had overwhelmed the signals from her body.
Rukia's cup of tea slid off the tray before it even reached the orderly, but the hot liquid splashed his pant leg. He cried out in surprise, and then came the tray, connecting with his shoulder in a shower of fruit and cereal.
Before the man could wipe the milk from his eyes, Rukia was out of her wheelchair and on the table, where she was only slightly taller than him. Her legs weren't much good - she would be paying for all this movement later - so she braced herself and punched him in the side of the head.
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Still, when his quiet companion flung a tray at a passing orderly and then hopped from her wheelchair onto the table to fight him, Tyler knew he couldn't just sit and watch.
Leaping to his feet, he took advantage of the fact that the man was facing Rukia to deliver a kick to the back of the man's legs to take them out from underneath him, even as he brought his own tray down hard across the back of the man's head.
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There were even more fights breaking out all around. One man was up on a table, yelling for others to join in, and a pretty girl Rukia had never seen before was singing. Rukia didn't know the words, but she felt the power in them.
A nurse, syringe already in hand, was heading for Rukia, and another orderly had appeared behind Tyler. "Tyler, behind you!" Rukia yelled as she assessed her options. She thought to go back over to the other side of the table, but there were more staff members in that direction. Deciding that she was better off with one nurse, Rukia took a chance and jumped off the table, right into the woman.
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